Given the many avenues of communication, perhaps most people reading this blog already know the following: Grandpa is dying. He may not live out today, and I certainly doubt he will live out the week.
Perhaps I will write in more detail sometime in the near future. Those of you who have been following this blog already knew that I expected him to die before the winter was out. The simple story is that it just happened a little bit faster. Last week he caught a mild cold I had. He did not get terribly sick. But when he got sick he got tired, and he stopped eating and drinking whereas before he had been eating and drinking a little. He began to slip into a increasingly comatose state.
An e-mail I sent this morning:
He is alive this morning, but I am not sure he will ever awaken again. He is resting quietly, but I don’t know if he has slipped into a light coma or is just sleeping deeply (what difference does it make?)
I started playing the Bible on CD for him yesterday. I thought it would give him something to listen to while he lay there.
The most effective thing I found to feed him was ice cream. It was something solid that I could slip into his mouth but then would turn into a liquid which could be swallowed. I got some into him, yesterday, and he swallowed some. But some of it just sat in his mouth until it eventually came back out as a syrupy drool. It may have been a combination of forgetting it and forgetting how to swallow. At least he did not seem to mind it too much, and may have even appreciated it.
When Teman was here last night I switched Grandpa’s position and seemed to be able to get him into a comfortable position. He appears to have had a quiet night, and continued to “sleep” even as a wiped up his face a bit and moistened his mouth with a water dropper. He sleeps so calmly and breathes so regularly you almost wouldn’t think anything was wrong and that he would wake up in an hour like regular old Grandpa, like he has so many times before.
Except, you know he won’t.
It is possible Grandpa may live out the week–some people have an amazing ability to linger. But I suspect not.
I started taking care of Grandpa September 24th, 2006. We won’t quite make it to the three year anniversary, that is almost certain.
As always, your prayers are much appreciated.
In this time, my thoughts turn to these passages (as I suppose the thoughts of anyone sitting with the dead do):
For I am already being poured out like a drink offering, and the time has come for my departure. I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to me on that day—and not only to me, but also to all who have longed for his appearing. (2 Tim 4:6-8)
I eagerly expect and hope that I will in no way be ashamed, but will have sufficient courage so that now as always Christ will be exalted in my body, whether by life or by death. For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain. [. . .] I desire to depart and be with Christ, which is better by far (Philp. 1:20-21,23)
Then I heard a voice from heaven say, “Write: Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord from now on.”
“Yes,” says the Spirit, “they will rest from their labor, for their deeds will follow them.” (Rev. 14:13)
He who testifies to these things says, “Yes, I am coming soon.”
Amen. Come, Lord Jesus. (Rev. 22:20)